Crystal's One Night of Love
Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It
In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.
Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.
His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”
Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”
Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”
Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.
Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.
Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”
No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.
Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”
Henry’s eyes reddened.
He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.
The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.
An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.
Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.
He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.
On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.
His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.
Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.
He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!
Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.
Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”
Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.
He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”
Melora covered her mouth in shock.
It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.
Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”
Melora was crushed.
She knew she had been punching above her weight.
Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.
“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.
In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”
Melora had no choice.
She packed some clothes and followed Henry.
descended the stairs, Berthold
a hint of fear in
his head, assuring gently, “I am
Berthold relaxed,
placed the little boy into the child seat in
car, murmuring, “Could you not
“You’re afraid now?”
and got in. He was infuriated and wanted
a long silence, he gently
the car slowly
own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of
stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora trailing
for
a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with
Crystal nodded.
ascended the staircase again, she opened the door for
his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny
too soft, or the day had been
just a sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling
were strikingly similar, as were
his heart soften at
Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after
her
spoke in a tender voice. “You must
more vulgar than
“Don’t let the children
a fierce glare, but times had
wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him
eased the tense look on his
I’ll head
agreed with a
addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned on one another for
After all, I
the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you-
as Crystal was about to step out,
emotion washed over
Melora’s hand, she reassured, “You should have
called out in a
gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat.
Melora nodded.
to prepare the snack. By the time everything
was dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant
Crystal noticed.
back any remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here
and
she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine
kept her
finishing the meal, Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and
could she dwell
living a
had shared good times together. However, they were swept
in the newspaper. He was still
youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time had tamed
gentle voice, Crystal said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt
poor girl nodded
went to
room was dim, save
behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of his
her, walked to
murmured, “You’re smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid
watched her in
different from any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat
snuffed out the cigarette and
If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must have been a
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